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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Johan, having returned to the hotel, immediately sought out Beatrice. Beatrice, who had been quietly making dolls, tilted her head, seeing him approach.
“Dolls?”
“Yes, dolls. The ones you imbue with magic.”
Normally, he wouldn’t make such a request. He knew she could only use her magic on dolls she had made herself.
He knew she cherished them, having poured her time and effort into their creation, and he wouldn’t ask her to sell them.
But now, things were different.
“You can imbue any doll with magic now, right?”
“…Yes.”
Her awakening had granted her the ability to control any object as if it were a doll, be it human or inanimate.
She could even turn mass-produced, Imperial dolls into living beings.
“I can do it. It will take some mana, but… if you want, I can turn everyone in the Empire into dolls…”
“No, that’s not necessary.”
Johan asked her about the dolls. Were they indistinguishable from humans?
Unfortunately, Beatrice shook her head.
“They’re not exactly like humans. They don’t have blood or organs.”
“…Just in case I need to ask, what about… vaginas?”
“Vaginas? Do you need them? I can make them if you need them.”
Johan, hearing that she could add reproductive organs to the dolls, nodded.
Beatrice seemed delighted to be needed again.
She seemed willing to do anything to help him.
“Beatrice, do you want to… go into business with me?”
“Business?”
“Yes. Business.”
Thinking, moving dolls. Something unheard of in the 21st century, but possible in this world of magic.
Witches could create giant robots, after all. Androids were practically commonplace in comparison.
‘The laws might be a problem.’
Dolls that could think and act for themselves were practically human.
Though religion wasn’t as influential here, he wasn’t sure how the people of this era would react to androids.
In the religious Holy Kingdom, or a democratic nation, such a business would be impossible.
But in the Empire, an absolute monarchy where all power was concentrated in the Emperor, it was a different story.
“I should see the Emperor first.”
“Ah, the Emperor? You’re going to see the Emperor?”
Linna and Lynne, hearing this, seemed interested. Johan wondered what business two hunters would have with the Emperor, but they had a legitimate reason.
“We’re going to ask for a special hunter’s license.”
“Emperor’s… privilege…”
A special hunter’s license, granted only by the Emperor. It would give them access to the Imperial family’s exclusive technology and significant tax benefits.
They were interested in the former, hoping to use their creation magic to replicate and utilize the unreleased technology.
‘They’re strange…’
Perhaps because of their unique nature, possessing only half the mana of other witches, they acted more human than witch.
They were codependent, and they seemed to want to be accepted by humans.
“Alright then—let’s go.”
Johan took the twins and headed for the Imperial Palace.
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His second visit. Thanks to the pass he had received earlier, he was granted entry without any issues.
The guard, smiling politely, escorted him. Johan felt a pang of guilt. The guard was clearly forcing a smile, performing a duty that wasn’t part of his job description…
They soon arrived at Machina’s workshop.
“Um…”
“Yes, sir?”
“I’m here to see the Emperor.”
“…I’m sorry, sir, but this pass only grants you access to the Minister.”
The guard said this and quickly disappeared. Johan, though annoyed at being abandoned in a strange place, just chuckled and knocked on the workshop door.
The door opened, and a haggard-looking Machina appeared. She tilted her head, seeing Johan.
“A rare guest. Did you come alone? No, I see… are these two witches as well?”
“I have a favor to ask. Is now a good time?”
“Of course, of course. Come in, come in.”
Johan looked at Linna and Lynne, then at the open door. He was wary of another… radioactive incident.
He had the twins enter first. Seeing no adverse reactions, he followed them inside.
The uranium was gone, replaced by the sweet aroma of coffee.
Machina, having served him coffee, sat across from him, crossing her legs, a sly grin on her face.
“So? What brings the witches’ sugar daddy to my humble abode?”
“I want to see the Emperor.”
“The Emperor, ah—the Emperor. A political matter? Whatever it is, I’m in. Now, what I want is…”
“Wait, what you want? What do you mean?”
Machina chuckled, as if he were being naive.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m not going to do this for free.”
“Then I’ll just come back later with my master.”
“Wait! Wait! It’s nothing, really! It won’t take long!”
Machina grabbed his sleeve, pleading. Johan, resigned, sat back down.
Machina, as if afraid he would change his mind, quickly pulled out a beaker and presented it to him.
“Give me your semen!”
“No.”
“Hmm—really? Then you can have my body. I have decent breasts, and I’m a virgin. —You can be as rough as you want.”
“I said no.”
“…Even if I’m a virgin?”
Machina tilted her head, unable to believe her ears. A beautiful, chaste woman with a decent body.
No man would refuse. She was confident of this. Even the Imperial soldiers, knowing she was a witch, had hit on her.
But Johan wasn’t an ordinary man. He was tired of women who only wanted his semen, and he preferred a more platonic relationship.
“I’m leaving.”
“Waiiiiit! I’ll do anything, just give me some semen!”
“Too much trouble.”
“Please! I’m begging you! You can have anything here!”
She gestured to the various gadgets and gizmos scattered around her workshop. They all looked like useless junk to Johan.
As he scanned the room, his eyes landed on a particular object. He pointed at it.
“…What’s that?”
“Hm? Oh, this. The Emperor said she was feeling sore, so I made it for her.”
Bzzzzz—
Machina picked up the object and turned it on.
“It’s just… a massager… nothing special.”
“I’ll take that.”
“Huh—you want that? I have better things…”
“Then I’ll take several.”
“You really like this, huh… alright. I’ll prepare some for you. In the meantime, feel free to… use this one.”
Machina went to her workbench. Johan looked at the vibrating massager in his hand.
Linna, who had followed him, leaned in, curious.
“What’s that? What are you going to do with it?”
“What am I going to do with it?”
“Yeah. It’s just a vibrating tool… what’s it for?”
“This.”
Johan grinned and placed the massager between Linna’s legs. Startled, she clamped her legs together, and the vibrations intensified.
BZZZZZZ—!!
“Hyaaa—!?”
The vibrations, a sensation she had never experienced before, stimulated her, and she let out a cry of pleasure.
“What’s going on?”
Machina, startled by the sound, turned around.
Johan, with an innocent smile, waved his hand.
“Nothing. Just… make the devices.”
“…Alright, just try not to be too distracting.”
Machina, having glanced at Linna’s flushed face and understood the situation, returned to her work.
Johan, seeing that he was no longer being watched, turned the massager back on and continued to torment Linna.
At least he wouldn’t be bored while he waited.
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